Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.